Carle of sweet France is brave, but the Emir feels

Before him neither fear nor dread. Both wield

Their naked swords and mighty thrusts exchange.

The shields, of wood and leather multifold,

Are rent, the nails torn out, the bosses split;

Each at the other's hauberk aims his blows.

Both combat breast to breast; the showering sparks

Wrap both their helms in fire: no end can be

Till one or other, vanquished, owns his wrong.

Aoi.